comfort coding

After a long coding session with your awful superior at work, you start coding complete sense-numbing shit instead of eating twinkies.

In other words: coding to avoid comfort food.

My Superior: "Move this 5 px right. Color this blue. Center the text. Align the text right. No, center. Update AWS settings, wait, don't, color the previous thing green. why did you not update AWS settings?"

Me, the moment he leaves me the fuck alone:
*Splits random css files into smaller ones for 2 hours*
*COMFORT CODING*